Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.